Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Internally Displaced Persons (IDPs)

They leave their homes Unwillingly forced And follow their fate Through fields and trails Massifs and woods With all their goods Love and hate Mores and tales All in bales Carrying their own Flesh and bones Feet like stones Their bodies and souls Kids and crones Torn by storms, Rains and gales Attacked by guns, Helis and drones No role to play In games of peace And deadly war Not a word they say But a question, Why? What for? While we yawnSitting at easeIn our climes They leave their homes And reside in camps Strive for a living Internally displaced and dead Beg for a dropp of water And a piece of bread!

(May 12,2009)

(*) Internally Displaced Persons (IDPs) is a neoteric terminology used in reference to those people who adopt refuge in their own countries due to any life threatening disturbance like fight between the extremists and security agencies or fight between the local millitant groups that results in catastrophic changes in their lives and they leave their homes due to anarchy in their respective area. (NAN)

Your poem 'IDP'S' narrates the chaos and pathos as well as trials and turbulations of the internally displaced human beings. All the continents are confronted with such a miserable condition. Yet the mankind is not prepared to stop violence by man against man. My heart goes to the IDP'S. Congrats! For your poem I give ten marks.

And it will always be this way. Thank you, Naseer for your
letter explaining how life is in your area and that you are in
a safe place. I hope you always are and wish so much that
the entire world was a safe place. Your poem is so strong
and powerful. You have a warm and caring heart. '10! '

Thanks for mailing me to read this poem. Its so true, i like the way you wrote, in some ways i spose everyone has there own wars to live with and this poem makes me realise that my worst times could never be as bad as what you are writing, it's great to have such an honest piece that really sets you back onto the ground, and to live life to the fullest! well done.
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Dearest friend you give voice to the voiceless let us pray that that these words are read by thoes whose eyes are blind and minds are thoughtless...may a thousand blessings come to you Naseer.
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When i read your poem, the first word that came to mind was BEAUTIFUL, however, as i thought it through, i realised how true your words are, they hit home.Thank you for writing about something we so easily forget, Its definately going to my list of favs.Cheers
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Hello, Nasir. your poem is really amazing and i love it. short sentences but tell a long long story that make me imagine how suffering they are...your masterpiece creates images it's really a good side that i need to learn from you. thank you for sharing such a wonderful poem with me
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This is a deeply moving picture of those humble, suffering people who are affected by terrible fights in their own country. They end up feeling so much distressed! Once deprived of their homes, their havens, they just wonder about such an unfair living, an aimless one: 'Why? What for? '
And we also wonder, when does that suffering end? When does mankind realise how priceless their peaceful living is? !
Thanks for sharing the excellence of your poetry.
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